Robert Burns: Quotes

Here, foaming down the skelvy rocks,
In twisting strength I rin;
There, high my boiling torrent smokes,
Wild-roaring o’er a linn:
Enjoying large each spring and well
As Nature gave them me,
I am, altho’ I say ’t mysel,
Worth gaun a mile to see.
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The sober laverock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music’s gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir:
The blackbird strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn chear,
In all her locks of yellow.

Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;
Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
Where, thro’ a shapeless breach, his stream resounds.
As high in air the bursting torrents flow,
As deep recoiling surges foam below,
Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends,
And viewless Echo’s ear, astonish’d, rends.
Dim-seen, thro’ rising mists and ceaseless show’rs,
The hoary cavern, wide-surrounding lours.
Still thro’ the gap the struggling river toils,
And still, below, the horrid caldron boils.